Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.